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I thought that I would be, I don’t know, someone that wasn’t killing trees,
Just so I could get around, pay the bills, run a red to catch a thrill
People like to think that they are kind, full of good, vegan to keep a piece of mind
But when our thin veil has been pulled, big surprise, a gang of blood thirsty animals
You’re no good, I’m no good.
They want us out of their neighborhood.
You’re no good, I’m no good
Oh why don’t they die, why don’t they die, why don’t they
You’re no good, I’m no good
They want us out of their neighborhood
Pigs beat them while they stood
No don’t turn away
Taking on the debt of a rusted generation while they blame us for it
Breaking all the sweat for their ill imagination while we circle the drain
I’m not the hopeful kind, c’est la vie,
It’s what the world has made of me,
But fuck man, I hope I’m wrong, I’ll eat crow, I’ll eat crow, I’ll eat crow, I’ll eat crow
Lizards hissing, the world burns,
Selfish fucking animals
Taking on the debt of a rusted generation while they blame us for it
Breaking all the sweat for their ill imagination while we circle the drain
Taking on the debt of a rusted generation while they blame us for it
Breaking all the sweat for their ill imagination while we circle the drain
And y-y-your no good
And I’m-I’m-I’m no good
They want us outta the neighborhood
You love it
We’re going down the drain
We’re gonna burn away
We’re gonna dehydrate
They’ve auctioned off our days
Burn away
Burn away
Burn away
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I got the shittiest car
Somebody broke in through the window
And left a present for me
What looked like mayo on the rearview
Wait a minute, wait a minute
I guess it doesn’t matter to me
I always wanted a car
Guess I’m living in a fantasy
Don’t wanna be the one to bring it up
I guess it’s better that I let it go
Remember when you said that I’d be back
And I’d be
Broken as the day I left
So why am I the one who’s sorry
We used to smoke in your car
Talking shit, ya
Up on the Crest at midnight
And you just did everything
So it seemed, ya
That you could do to diminish me
Don’t wanna be the one to bring it up
I guess it’s better that I let it go
Remember when you said that I’d be back
And broken
I’d always be the one to lift you up
Forever mourning in the afterglow
To be the last to come to sight and mind
So t ell me that you’re sorry
Every day
Always
Out of sight
‘In my mind
Underplayed
And estranged
Out of fight
Was I right
Forever mourning
Forever mourning in the afterglow
Forever
Mourning in the after
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Ashes of the Millenium
03:51
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Is there any point
In hoping things will ever change
Is there any hope in pointing out that things are ever more the same
How’s it gonna feel when you’re the one with nothing left and no one
Holding on to holding off of what’s just
And what’s true
And what’s real
Let it go
Walk away
Is there any choice when you’ve got so much more to lose you lean on
Running into running out of what works
And what heals
Grinding through
Fucking up
Day to day
Our father’s hardly warned us
Rather learn how to feel than walk away
From the fires you grow, from the fires you grow
Ashes of the millennium
No, Nooo
Is there any point in hoping things will ever change
Is there any hope
No, No, Noooo
How’s it gonna feel when you’re the one with nothing left and no one
With nothing left
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4. |
Georgia
03:59
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She disappeared that December
It’s been four years since it mattered
Three states behind by the wayside
Out of their minds ever after
Made up my mind
Get of my snatch
Get off my snatch
Made up my mind
Get off my snatch
Get off
In the dead of night
White linen
Red cotton
In the dead of night
White linen
Red cotton
In the dead of night
White linen
Red cotton
In the dead of night
White linen
Red cotton
In the dead of night!
White linen!
Red cotton!
In the dead of night!
White linen!
Red cotton!
She disappeared that December
It’s been four years since it mattered
Made up my mind
Get of my snatch
Get off my snatch
Made up my mind
Get off my snatch
Get off
Get off
Get off
She made her way that December
Three states behind
She made her way that December
Three states behind
Georgia!
Georgia!
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Pena
02:31
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En Los Angeles
Es locura caminar
Social niveles
No puedes abandonar
Tal vez un farsante
Tal vez, un mamón feliz
Secándose en Los Angeles
Olvidando tu propio nombre
Pena
Viene y va
No lo puedo evitar
Pena
Viene y va
No lo puedo evitar
Doblemente atractiva
Pedirá un ojo, de tu cara
Y nunca alternativa
Pero siempre, separada
Tal vez una payasa
Tal vez un genio debajo
Suspirando Los Angeles
Mintiendo sobre tu propio nombre
Pena
Viene y va
No lo puedo evitar
Pena
Viene y va
No lo puedo evitar
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I’ll tell you all my secrets after this vial of truth
Cuz I respect you and lying would be uncouth
I can see I can see why you never ask why
And I don’t get it I don’t get it you don’t look at the sky
Behind walls behind walls there are things that we hide
Behind walls behind walls there are things that we hide
You don’t notice or worse you don’t care
potential new morning routine by Daniel Ann Koren
7 AM wake up to an alarm refreshed and hydrated and don’t hit snooze a bunch of times because you read on Facebook somewhere that that shits bad for you.
7:30 AM Take a shower use that vegan organic soap, the stuff from the co-op. Don’t use that stuff your dad used to use, what is it Irish Spring? That shit is poison. And not in the cool way
8 AM have some breakfast a couple eggs, some spinach, onion, maybe a little bit of goat cheese in there – oh and have an apple Dan don’t forget to eat your fruit dude, you need the fiber, you know, to stay regular
8:30 AM Use the internet, check the usual stuff, email, the news, the weather, but try not to go on Facebook or else you’ll waste a bunch of time you wish you could get back. Oh and don’t forget to brush your teeth Dan!
You don’t notice or worse you don’t
You don’t notice
Or
Don’t
Care
The night is young but the kids are dancing
I’m too old to start a fucking punk band
Yeah I know I’m just a part of the problem
Yea yea it’s just a fucking symptom
The night is young but the kids are dancing
I’m too old to start a fucking punk band
Yeah I know I’m just a part of the problem
Yea yea it’s just a fucking symptom
The night is young but the kids are dancing
I don’t wanna start a fucking punk band
Yeah I know I’m just a part of the problem
Yea yea it’s just a fucking symptom
No joke
No joke
No joke
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7. |
Amazon Suicide Net
05:12
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Oh, where to go tonight: Rhein Haus or somewhere "divey"?
Should we leave The Hill? Oh god, no way!
The Unicorn is alright, but lately it's been weekend douchey.
We could use our phones to get Postmates.
The Hill has changed so much by way of San Francisco.
But, should we leave The Hill? No way!!!
Cause it's hard to beat this convenience disease,
And now I'm all green of cats who live more lean than me,
I'm atrophied and fattened from my means,
It's the purrfect scene of urban complacency.
I am culpable, but so damn comfortable.
Select the event cause I'm so "interested".
At your next, upcoming show... I'm there!
...Unless it's too late, too much, or up in Fremont.
It's our charge to support the scene.
Been slamming beers all day and now I'm all day drunk sleepy.
I thought I'd leave The Hill, oh god, no way!
It's killing me, this tongue and cheek disease.
And now it's obscene to say words genuinely.
Truth is atrophied and weakened by bare sleeves.
It's the purrfect scene of modern complacency.
I am culpable, but so damn comfortable.
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When I was a kid you stood over me, while I was asleep.
Your hands on my skin/your curse upon me, while I was asleep.
The red in Mom's eyes/the tears on her cheeks, the secrets I keep.
When I was a kid you took it from me, and I'm still asleep.
I bear the weight of the family shame.
It's funny how I'm the one you blame.
I bear the weight of the family shame.
The void in your eyes/the welts on my cheeks, the secrets I keep.
When I was a kid you snuffed what was lit, while I was asleep.
I eat like a pig just to swallow your shit, and I'm still asleep.
I bear the weight of the family shame.
After twenty years it still hurts the same.
I am the face of the family shame.
It's funny how I'm the one you blame.
While you were touching me I was having a dream of a family love that was pure and deep.
When money is spent you pay with regret
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9. |
Generational Decay
04:09
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Sick and tired
Passive labor
Hiding wounds that will never heal
All in the name of
Working and dying
Katzenjammer
Verbal poison
Never really knowing what’s real
All for the sake of
Living and lying
‘Cause it runs our lives
Situated and complicated
While the charmed survive
And now we’re ready to blow
Yeah we’re ready to blow
You know it’s been so long
Infatuated and domesticated
And we’ve been so wrong
And now we’re ready to blow
Rapid fading
Stunted lifestyle
Only to each other to go
A little heartbreak
Whether I’m singing or sighing
Crowded shoebox
Bitter backslide
Tell me something I didn’t know
A little heartache
When you contemplate trying
Sick and tired!
Passive labor!
Hiding wounds that will never heal!
All in the name of!
Working and dying!
Katzenjammer!
Verbal poison!
Never really knowing what’s real!
All for the sake of!
Living and lying!
‘Cause it’s been so long
Infatuated and domesticated
And we’ve been so wrong
And now we’re ready to blow
Yeah we’re ready to blow
You know it runs our lives
Situated and complicated
While the charmed survive
And now we’re ready to blow
Reap what you sow
And it’s less than fair
Fabricated and aggravated
Maybe unaware
that we’re ready to blow
In the dark
When the whistle blows
And the evening slows
I will reach for you
And our union brings
What they fear
What a year
Is all they’ll say
Until we burn it all down
It’s been too long
We’ve been so wrong
It runs all our lives
While the charmed survive
Ooooo
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